Free Fighting to be Free by Kirsty Moseley by Kirsty Moseley Page B

you, and jeez Louise he was so hot I could climax just thinking about him,” she laughed, fanning her face making me laugh even harder.

    “Jeez Louise? I haven’t heard that for years, what are you, like 80?” I joked, making her laugh too.

    We decided to go shopping in the afternoon, apparently I was in need to some ‘retail therapy’ to take my mind off of my broken heart. I didn’t mind, I actually wanted to get myself some new jeans. After a quick shower I drove us to the mall, we headed straight for the nearest café for a full fried breakfast because Stacey swore that was the best cure for a hangover.

    “Hey, want to catch a movie tonight? You could stay at mine again, you already have your school stuff for tomorrow,” she said, shrugging.

    I nodded, stuffing my face with sausage and eggs, “Sure, I need to call my Mom and tell her though.” I grabbed my purse, rummaging through trying to find my cell phone. It wasn’t in there. I checked my jacket, where the hell did I put my phone?

    “What’s up?” Stacey asked curiously,

    “Can’t find my cell, I must have left it at yours.” I shrugged carrying on eating.
    She snapped out her phone and dialled, after a couple of rings her eyes went wide and she smiled wickedly. “Well hi, who’s this?” she asked, smirking at me.

    I frowned, who the hell is she talking to?

    “Right, no this isn’t Ellie, I’m Stacey. You obviously have Ellie’s cell phone,” she said, trying not to laugh. Someone had my phone? What the hell? “I’m sure she’d love to meet you tonight for dinner to get her phone back, Jamie.” Stacy grinned wickedly at me, I gasped and reached to snatch the phone from her. I didn’t want to go and meet him, I shook my head fiercely and she held up one finger for me to stop. “Absolutely, she’ll meet you there at eight then, ok.” She laughed and shut her phone, chewing on her lip with a satisfied expression on her face. “I just booked you a date with that sexy ass boy! You left your phone at his place.”

    I groaned and put my head in my hands, “Stacey, I don’t want to go out on a date, I just broke up with Mark!” I cried, closing my eyes, “Oh come on, it’s a bit of fun, take your mind off of Mark for a bit. You said he was incredible in the sack,” she said waggling her eyebrows at me. Ok well there was no way I could deny that, he was awesome. “You’re going! You’re meeting him outside Alexandra’s at eight for dinner.” Stacey loved to play matchmaker, it was her ultimate passion, to set people up and find them love.

    I groaned again, I guess I had to go, I needed my phone. “Fine, whatever,” I snapped, rolling my eyes and continued to stuff my face.

    ………………………

    Stacey made me buy myself a new outfit for the ‘date’, and I was currently sitting in front of her mirror while she did my hair for me, adding some curls and pulling half of it up loosely. I had on a pair of black leggings and a white gypsy top, with a black belt and black shoes.

    “You look so hot,” she said, looking me over, “I’d definitely shag you.” She nodded and pursed her lips, making me laugh.

    “You’re not my type babe, sorry,” I eased, playing along.

    She clicked her tongue, “Damn it!” she joked, grinning at me. “It’s seven thirty, you should go,” she stated, ushering me to the door. “I’ll leave my window unlocked for you to come back to mine. Text me if you’re staying out again, and be safe.”

    I rolled my eyes and giggled, “I’m not having sex with him again, Stacey.”

    “Just text me if you do, I don’t want to be sitting up waiting for you,” she said firmly. I laughed, she wouldn’t be sitting up waiting for me anyway, her ‘on again, off again’ boyfriend Paul, was coming over tonight. I had no doubt in my mind that she would be thinking of other things that didn’t involve me.

    “Ok, see ya.” I grabbed my purse and car keys off of the side, heading